Insaneology

(albüm: The Pre-Fix For Death - 2004)

[John Tardy:]
Praise me, oh God, things I have done!
Raise the introspect, wars I have won!
Rise me, oh God, stand still the end!
Send in the solace one, wars never end!

[Necro:]
My black magic creates tragic fates like back fractures upon magistrates
That disagreed with what Necro advocates
If you know thugs, for 4 g's you could be coked up
Involved in orgies on top of pentagrams soaked in goat's blood
With innocent maidens, reciting rituals in a menacing cadence
I'm blatantly a sadist, making me Satan's acquaintance
My sepulchral corporals disobeying court rules, assaulting bishops
Burn 'em with liquid from the cauldron on the altar with chickens

These verses are Satanic like Salmon Rushdie
Reading Talmud on embalming fluid next to Muhammad
The Devil told him to do it
Music made for thrashers and gay bashers
We slay fascists, while I parlay puffing LaVey's ashes
You're enslaved to Mephisto's imprisonment
Dick on Monroe's grave and christen it when I piss in it
Blasphemous like Baphomet's tits, evil like African ticks
Make the female sacrifice and suck the Capricorn's dick
You got pulmonary edema
You'll soon be buried like Gary Coleman's career
But your skull recovered by FEMA
Attacking the mental, walking backwards in the temple
Gold inverted pentacle, fang platinum dental
Magically create tragedy internally
Similiar to Merlin so your fragile anatomy burns in Hell
Your permanent murder's a travesty
Sincerely and personally I'm eternally HIM, his infernal majesty

[John Tardy:]
Will comes to me
I feel insane
I write the book of corpse
I feel the strain
Killing it comes to me
It's what I do to pray, to pray

[Necro:]
This shit's heavy like the illustrations of Eliphas Lévi
Should've left you forever celibate
Axe your briss with a machete
Sick demented women prance
Centered in the pentagram
Enter the pit, kill a divine being like Glen Benton's band
Importing to Miami Beach, no law in the streets
I don't wait for the lord to preach
'Cause God is dead, according to Nietzsch'
Shit on Christ while the beat rocks
Blasting King Diamond during the Equinox, sacrificing peacocks
A black Bar Mitzvah, rabinical Satanists
A clinically sick cynical clique with banana clips and bandanas
If your career was killing for Satan and now you're locked up
It's clear as day you were deceived like Ramirez
I have no physical address, I just spiritually manifest
Like mystical hat tricks, split in two in a casket and switched backwards
Sammy Davis Jr. was Satanic no less
Recruiting many actors and actresses in to the C.O.S

L. Ron Hubbard thought he was Satan
You wish you were me
The Scientologist gynecologist doing abortions ritually
Freemasonry's why Michael flipped
Tom Cruise's brain is microchipped
They cleared his mind completely then recycled it
Travolta's been trapped since '75
Before "Welcome Back, Kotter"
They soldered his brain open with blotters
Politician occultists hexing humans
With complex infections that bludgeon
'Cause they hold grudges like Stryker from X-Men
It be the God like Marquis de Sade
The Priesthood of Mendes
Sacrificing chicks like Lisette Melendez
Like Trevor Peres and Sean Martin on Fenders
We're rugged thugging, shout to my Insaneology members
Die!